Missing You.

A young girl reflects on the last semester of her Freshman year, and the guy that made it so special.

I sat there, desperating flipping page after page, scanning the list of names searchingly.
He isn't in here.
But, he has to be. In at least one picture. One picture before Prom.
Where could he be?
I know I didn't make him up. I have a picture of him!
But why can't I find him?
I haven't seen him around school either.
Could he had gone back to Libby?
No, he moved out of district. He told me he'd never go to Libby again.
So, where is he?
I don't know. I don't know where he is, why he isn't here.
He has to be somewhere.
But where? God, where could he have even gone?
Another school.
I won't accept that. Lee would contact me first.
He had no internet, no phone.
Why didn't I just listen to Sasha all those times she told me he liked me?!
Because of Eric.
Yes. Because of Eric. I didn't want to stop loving Eric, and now I lost Lee.
How annoying.
I should have realized how in to me he was. We could be dating now.
Sasha was right.
Yes she was. Sasha was right, and I didn't realize it.
And now he's gone.